The fragrance of flowers in late spring seems to be rich at the nose.

She stared at the unparalleled face of Fenghua, and felt like a seasoning bottle was blown over in her heart. She couldn't say what it felt like for a moment.

His facial features were a little tougher than before, and his eyes seemed to be hidden in his night sky, dark and deep, and there was no other emotion except for a little smile. The terrible rumors surrounding him made her unable to help but separate the person in front of her from the gentle boy in her memory.

Lin Feilu held the cold mask and subconsciously swallowed her saliva.

Song Jinglan still leaned over slightly, his expression still did not change, and he only asked her in confusion: "What are the princesses afraid of?"

Lin Feilu shook and denied repeatedly, "I...I'm not afraid of anything!" She pursed her lower lip and stuttered: "Your Highness, why are you... Why are you here?"

Song Jinglan smiled, reached out and took out a box from his arms and handed it to her: "It shouldn't be too late for two days. Princess, happy birthday."

Lin Feilu's pupils dilated, she stared at the box for a long time before slowly taking it and opening it.

In the box is a small jade carving.

A long time ago, she also received a small lifelike wood sculpture he gave.

At that time, she said that the wood is rotten and jade is immortal. Your Highness will be rich in the future. Please carve me a jade-like jade.

Now, it was finally delivered to her.

She held the little jade man in her hand and looked at him for a long time, and finally looked up at him and asked hesitantly: "His highness came here at a risk to give me a birthday gift?"

Song Jinglan nodded.

She pursed her lips and her voice was a little dull: "Then why should I kill Xi Xingjiang?"

His tone was light and casual, as if he had just done something irrelevant, "He wants to marry you, of course he wants to kill you."

Lin Feilu looked at him in disbelief and couldn't speak for a long time.

Song Jinglan lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while, reached out and touched her head gently, and asked with a low smile: "Are you angry?"

Lin Feilu choked for a moment and still didn't say anything.

The palm slowly moved back from the top of her head, stroked the back of her head, and finally pressed it on the back of her neck, bringing her body forward. He was not weak, and Lin Feilu plunged into his arms through the half-inch windowsill.

He gently pinched the back of her neck with his fingers as if he was laughing, and he seemed to have no emotions: "The princess can't bear to die?"

Lin Feilu smelled the faint cold fragrance on his body, and whispered, stretched out his hand to push him out.

Song Jinglan let go of her strength as she spoke, which made her breathe, but she put her hands behind her neck, like a posture of embracing her, looking down at her.

Lin Feilu's heartbeat was so fast that she was frightened by such a strange and perverted little beauty. But the contradiction was that she was not afraid of him, and she knew very well that he would never hurt her.

She supported his chest with her two little hands, leaned back, and looked at him with her cold gaze.

Lin Feilu sighed: "Your Highness, don't do this."

He smiled, "Where?"

She said: "Don't kill people."

Song Jinglan looked at her for a while, and the smile on the corner of his lips became deeper. He lowered his head slightly, and his forehead almost stuck to her forehead, but he didn't really touch it. He asked in a negotiated tone: "The princess doesn't want me to kill him, you should know what she wants to do, right?"

The first time they were so close, she could touch his chin with her lips as soon as she looked up.

Lin Feilu was stiff and dared not move. She felt that her whole body was surrounded by his breath, and every sense in her body was magnified. His fingers were pinching the back of her neck and rubbing her fingers gently. It was like electricity, and her scalp felt numb.

After shaking for a long time, he stammered and said, "Yes... it's a rumor! I won't marry him!"

He laughed over her head and slowly let go of his hand.

Lin Feilu blushed and gasped, and she never felt that her heart was beating so fast.

She understood that there was something in his words.

She wanted to say, if I don’t marry him, I will always marry someone else. Do you have to kill them? Can I have to marry you?

But she didn't dare to ask.

She knew that once she asked, he would give her a positive answer. But she was not sure if she could do it. There were too many unknowns ahead and she didn't want to completely kill her future overnight.

Fortunately, Song Jinglan did not force her.

He withdrew his hand and stepped back a little. The ink hair tied behind him was lifted by the night wind, and then turned into a gentle and graceful young man.

Lin Feilu couldn't help but sigh.

He asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Lin Feilu glanced at him and felt a little depressed: "It's nothing, I just think my Best Actress Award should be handed over to you."

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows.

She silent for a while, unable to help but ask, "Are those rumors true? You... killed your father?"

Song Jinglan smiled and said, "Yes."

Lin Feilu: "...I have killed many court officials? I have imprisoned the prince?"

Song Jinglan lowered his head and dusted his cuffs: "Yes."

Lin Feilu stopped talking.

He looked up and smiled, "I told you before that the road to fighting for the throne is extremely dangerous. If I don't kill them, they will kill me. Will the princess hope I die?"

She shook her head.

Song Jinglan smiled and reached out to pinch her soft earlobe.

Lin Feilu shook her body and turned her head to avoid it. His fingers were already holding her cheeks, and his thumb slowly passed under her eyelids. He leaned over to her ears and said warmly: "Princess, don't be afraid of me. Otherwise I will be very sad."

Lin Feilu stretched her body and responded gently from the tip of her nose.

He let go of his hand with satisfaction, looked back at the sky behind him, and smiled and said, "It's late at night, go to bed."

Lin Feilu was a little nervous: "What about you?"

He said, "It's time for me to leave."

I don’t know how long it took him to set up such a short meeting.

A hint of sour suddenly surged into Lin Feilu's eyes. The feeling of reluctantness made her a little panic. She didn't like this emotion that she could not control. So she quickly took two steps back and waved to him: "A good journey!"

Song Jinglan's eyes changed several times, and finally he just smiled and nodded: "Okay, the princess should take care of herself too."

He turned and left, took two steps, and turned back.

Lin Feilu was looking at his back, but when she saw him turn around, she immediately closed the window with a bang.

Outside the window, Song Jinglan laughed silently.

I don’t know how long it took, but the closed window slowly opened again in the night. Apart from the night wind and the fragrance of flowers, nothing left. Lin Feilu pressed her heart and felt sad, then she completely closed the window and crawled back to bed to sleep.

It was not until she lay back on the bed and her breathing gradually calmed down, and the figure hidden behind the branches of the wall finally left.

...

The next day, the General's Mansion and the Sixteen Guards began to search for the assassins who committed the murder of the winery last night, and naturally they found nothing.

Fortunately, Xi Xingjiang was only injured in the flesh and blood, and he recovered after a while. The assassin had no clues and wanted to continue to carry out military affairs. As time passed, the matter could only be put on hold.

Lin Feilu was bored for a while, and quickly adjusted her mentality and began to enjoy her life alone outside the palace happily. After the summer, the most popular thing in the capital was the marriage between the fourth prince, His Highness King Jing and the legitimate daughter of Zuodu Censor Mu Tingyun.

Lin Jingyuan worked hard for so long and tried all kinds of ways, but in the end he could not give up the marriage.

The day before the marriage, he was drinking in Lin Feilu's mansion and burst into tears: "After getting married, I will take a hundred concubines and anger her to death!"

Lin Feilu: “…………”

She slapped it with a fan, and the drunk Lin Jingyuan fell down.

The next day, Lin Jingyuan, who had a hangover and had a split headache all night, put on the groom's wedding dress and married with a wooden face. When he was chasing, Lin Feilu was watching. The bride with a phoenix crown and a red robe was petite. When she stood beside Lin Jingyuan, she only reached the position of his chest.

Lin Feilu has had a lot of things to do during this period and has not found a chance to peek at what his fourth sister-in-law looks like. However, looking at her figure is not like the tigress Lin Jingyuan mentioned before, many people in the royal family can't help it. Although she regrets Lin Jingyuan's arranged marriage, she can only pray that the two of them will get along well in the future.

Although the prince’s wedding was not as good as the prince’s, the show was large enough. Prince Jing’s mansion was chaotic until the evening before finally quieting down.

The closest Princess Yong'an Mansion is to Prince Jing's Mansion, Lin Feilu stayed here all the time. When the guests dispersed, Lin Jingyuan, who was drunk, held the stone pillars in the yard and refused to come down, saying that he wanted to leave the bride overnight.

Lin Feilu was really angry and funny. After pulling the person off the stone pillar, he knew that he was soft or hard, so he could only coax him: "Brother Jingyuan, do you listen to Xiaolu?"

Lin Jingyuan snorted and turned his head away.

Lin Feilu asked: "If I marry my husband and I abandon me on the wedding night, will Brother Jingyuan be angry?"

Lin Jingyuan immediately roared: "I'll kill him!"

Lin Feilu pulled his sleeve and said bitterly: "Since you are like this, the family of sister-in-law's family should be angry and sad when they hear this. Even if you don't like it, now that the marriage has been completed, why are you embarrassed? If you can't decide on your marriage, can she be the one? She is just like you, but she is just a fallen person in the world."

Lin Jingyuan was stunned by her.

Lin Feilu led him to the new house and said, "Even if you don't like her, you shouldn't neglect her on your wedding night. She asked the people in Beijing to watch the joke. Now she is Princess Jing. Isn't it just a joke to others to laugh at her?"

As I was talking, the person had already walked to the gate of the courtyard.

Lin Feilu let go of his hand and gave him a cheerful fist: "Come on, Brother Jingyuan, go!"

Then Lin Jingyuan walked in in a daze.

After he had been making trouble for so long, the mother and maid in the room had already left, leaving only the bride sitting restrainedly beside the bed. A pair of tall candles were lit in the room, a scale was placed in the joy plate, and there was a full of wine next to it.

Lin Jingyuan was a little dizzy after drinking too much. He looked at the figure on the crib at the door for a while before staggering over with a stuttering face.

When the bride heard the footsteps, she unconsciously lowered her head and shrank back on tiptoe.

Lin Jingyuan walked to her side, without taking the wedding scale, and directly stretched out his hand to lift the veil.

Under the red veil is an extremely pretty face.

She didn't seem to have expected that the veil would be unveiled so quickly, and she stared at her husband in front of her, her big eyes reflected in two candlelights, and she was filled with water.

Lin Jingyuan also stared at her in a daze.

Mu Tingyun blushed when he saw him, slowly raised his hands to cover his face, and a shy voice came from his fingers: "Don't...don't look..."

Lin Jingyuan: "!!!"

Ah! It's a soft girl!!!
Chapter completed!